Where's Bertie? He's at a Municipal Aire at Cavignac, a village 30km to the north of Bordeaux (exact location: 45.10030, -0.39213).
Weather: Increasingly sunny, peaking at around 19 degrees.
After my disturbed night on Wednesday and a long day of driving yesterday, I slept like a dead person last night and it was an effort to drag myself out of bed at just gone 7am so as to fit a short jogette into my day. The effort of getting out of bed was too much for Mick, so I was on my lonesome as I explored various paths and lanes.
A trip to the boulangerie and a chat with our only neighbour last night (a British chap who we expected to be French due to his French-registered van) completed our visit to Villedômer and at just after 9am we continued our progress south.
The navigator deserved to be sacked when she caused one section of road around Tours to be driven three times. It turns out that my original belief as to the best route was correct and that turning around the second time to follow the SatNav's desires resulted in a route that was 30km longer and a minute slower (figures per Google Maps). On the plus side, following the SatNav didn't involve going through many towns or villages (which can slow a journey down with frequent intersections and roundabouts) and did involve a road that was dead straight, save for one wiggle, for 40km.
We finished today in an area with a plethora of motorhome Aires (albeit with only one service point shared amongst them, in a nearby town) and we chose Cavignac. We are sitting with a large field of grapevines two yards to our side and a graveyard in front of us. A stroll around the village has shown it to be a pleasant, but unspectacular place, but it should do very nicely for a nightstop.
Our neighbours, who we very much hope will be quiet.
Vines, as far as we can see.
Weather: Increasingly sunny, peaking at around 19 degrees.
After my disturbed night on Wednesday and a long day of driving yesterday, I slept like a dead person last night and it was an effort to drag myself out of bed at just gone 7am so as to fit a short jogette into my day. The effort of getting out of bed was too much for Mick, so I was on my lonesome as I explored various paths and lanes.
A trip to the boulangerie and a chat with our only neighbour last night (a British chap who we expected to be French due to his French-registered van) completed our visit to Villedômer and at just after 9am we continued our progress south.
The navigator deserved to be sacked when she caused one section of road around Tours to be driven three times. It turns out that my original belief as to the best route was correct and that turning around the second time to follow the SatNav's desires resulted in a route that was 30km longer and a minute slower (figures per Google Maps). On the plus side, following the SatNav didn't involve going through many towns or villages (which can slow a journey down with frequent intersections and roundabouts) and did involve a road that was dead straight, save for one wiggle, for 40km.
We finished today in an area with a plethora of motorhome Aires (albeit with only one service point shared amongst them, in a nearby town) and we chose Cavignac. We are sitting with a large field of grapevines two yards to our side and a graveyard in front of us. A stroll around the village has shown it to be a pleasant, but unspectacular place, but it should do very nicely for a nightstop.
Our neighbours, who we very much hope will be quiet.
Vines, as far as we can see.
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